Right Place and Right Time

Chapter 13

Chapter 13:

Natalie’s POV

            It’s been around six weeks since that incident of Harry and Tiffany. I’m not mad at Tiff; just mildly disappointed. Like seriously, have some morals would you. What happened to saving it until marriage, geez. I’ve treated her the same way, nothing different. I remember that night after I ran out of the building and into my car. Tiffany came in through the front door that night and saw me, just sitting there on the kitchen table.

            She quietly walked over and whispered my name, “Natalie…”

            “Just go up to your room Tiff; let’s just act like this night never happened,” I told her.

            I truly wish I could just forget about that incident. Just erase it from my brain, forget about it. But I can’t. First, I can’t because I was really stupid to think that I should give Harry a second chance.  Second, Harry himself. Of course I don’t like him; most definitely not, right? I won’t admit this, but I know deep down that I’m really upset about this; I’m just hiding it cause it’s really pointless.

            Zayn texted me later that night, so somewhere around 2 in the morning when I was crying tears over my stupidity, saying that Harry was really upset when he told him what I was going to say to him. Good, inconsiderate dick.

            Well, first quarter’s almost over and I’ve been doing absolutely fantastic so far. I found out that I have a knack for marine biology, and my science class and I are going to Australia to go research the Great Barrier Reef for a week. And we’re leaving tomorrow; TOMORROW. And I’m excited as fuck. This is the perfect opportunity to forget about stupid One Direction. I am so ready to go to Australia with Becca and Ryan.

            I’m just about finished packing; we were allowed one bag of luggage and one carry on. My luggage is bursting with clothes and other essentials, whereas my carry on contains only my beats, jacket, and book. I asked the teachers for my homework that I would miss beforehand; didn’t want to get too behind when I come back. So no homework, already finished it. I check my ticket one more time; economy, and a window seat with Becca and Ryan behind me. Perfect; absolutely perfect. Sure it was economy, but I’m totally cool with that. The only problem is our flight leaves at 5:45 in the morning. IN THE FREAKING MORNING, oh well. I glance at the clock: 10:37 PM. Guess I’ll go to bed now, there’s nothing better to do.

Harry’s POV

            I turned my head to the digital clock on the nightstand: 3:50 AM. Another sleepless night for me. I try to think of the last time I had a really good night of sleep. Ever since Natalie walked in on me and her stepsister, I haven’t had a good night of sleep. As soon as I closed my eyes, I would revisit that terrible experience, and have regret and grief wash over me. Well at least I got up at the right time. Out of all the plane flights, Paul had to choose a flight from LA to Sydney that departed at 5:45 AM. Why Paul, why. I dragged myself out of bed and saw Zayn in bed, dead to the world. Lucky bastard. I walked over to the bathroom. I don’t even know why we’re off to Sydney. A car commercial, photoshoot? I don’t even know. I quickly got ready and shoved my clothes into my bags. By that time everybody was up and about, and I checked my plane ticket, only to find an unpleasant surprise: I was riding in economy. Economy; not first class. Economy. What is this. I look at all the other boys’ tickets: all economy. Did Paul send us the wrong tickets or something? What the hell.

            By this time everybody’s ready to leave and we go down to have a quick breakfast. I grabbed a muffin and a glass of orange juice, but Paul just ushered us into the car; I guess he wanted to avoid the swarms of fans today. I check my phone’s watch: 4:23 AM. We’re making perfect time. My fingers seemed to be working unconsciously, and before I knew it, I was gazing at the screen that glowed with Natalie’s contact information. I wasn’t sure whether to call her; I knew for a fact she wouldn’t answer. Then I clicked the photos application and browsed through the pictures I took with her. I remembered that day; the day I got into her car, the most amazing day of my life. We took pictures together in the car whenever we stopped at a red light. We took tons of pictures; making silly faces, smiling, sometimes with the boys in the background. After we parked in the Spectrum parking lot, she quickly looked through them and laughed, finally stopping at a photo of her flashing a dazzling smile and me just looking like a derp.

            “This one,” she said, “That’s the best picture ever.”

            Then she set it as my wallpaper and got out of the car.

            I remember that day as if it were yesterday; I would do anything to go back to it.

            We finally arrived at LAX. Not many people were here, just a few early bird travelers and airline employees. It seemed so weird to just walk around an airport without hoards of girls chasing us. We walked over to the security check and went through the line; taking off our shoes, beanies, the usual. We finally walked over to the gate and saw a whole high school class there. Huh, this trip gets better and better. I wonder if they know whom we- “OH MY GOD IT’S ONE DIRECTION!” a girl screamed. I guess that answers my question.

Zayn’s POV

Why. So. Early. Paul first makes us get up at four in the morning, and we’re not even riding first class. No. We’re riding economy.

“Take this as an opportunity for you guys to travel normally, be like regular normal teenage boys,” he said. Ha, normal my ass. As if we’d ever be treated normally again. People really changed our whole lives; we’ll never be treated like regular, normal adults. The only day that I actually felt like a normal boy who never entered the X Factor was when we spent the day with Natalie. That was a wonderful day. I quickly put a beanie on; I was way too lazy to do my hair today. Everyone else was done so we walked down to the dining area. I quickly grabbed a banana and a carton of milk. Not much for breakfast, but Paul made us leave pretty fast. The air was pretty chilly, considering how it was 4:30 in the morning. I got into the car and chugged my milk. While munching on my banana, I noticed that Harry was just staring at his phone. Probably still Natalie. I’m now starting to see why he can’t move on from her. Just something about her makes her special, like no other girl. Eh; Oh Lord, I remember that night after our concert; that was a disaster. We arrived at the airport and went through the security line quickly, and walked over to the gate. There were actually a lot of people; I wasn’t expecting this many. Looking closer, they all had… Malibu High School sweatshirts? Isn’t that Natalie’s high school?

Natalie’s POV

            “Becca, I can’t think straight; I’m still not fully awake,” I told her as I plopped into one of the seats while waiting for the plane.

            Becca sat down across from me, looking equally tired. Ryan went to go get us Starbucks, knowing how tired and lazy we were.

            “Wake me up when it’s time to board, alright?”

            “Ryan might have to wake us both up,” Becca muttered.

            I put my hood up and started lightly snoozing until I heard screaming.

            I jumped up immediately, “What’s going on? Is there free food? Move!”

            I get way too excited for food. But then I saw five familiar people being crowded by girls. What the hell is One Direction doing here?